We took another day trip to a west coast beach; this time out to Karekare.*
The trail from the carpark to the beach was guarded by one fierce dude.
Almost immediately, a rocky stream-bed tumbled across our trail. There was no bridge. Well, hmm. A moment of indecision, and then we took off our shoes and socks and forded that bad dad! I made two trips to carry the boys. It was so cold!
Once we were across and back onto the sandy beach trail, we saw the surf club,
climbed the dunes,
admired the cliffs,
and poked about in the sand.
We walked all the way down to the water-- this is a very large beach. And then the wind came up.
And the beach became boisterous indeed.
It was the kind of wind where you get buffeted and have to stagger to regain your footing. And that sand? It's the kind that's made of metal, so... this was essentially a shrapnel barrage, you feel me? I was glad I could roll down my pants legs and get some protection. Obviously, this was no place for little boys who are low to the ground.
So we turned right around and headed back. Grandpa put Amiri on his back, I carried Arram in my arms, and Grammie carried all our backpacks. We tromped steadily through the sand back the way we came, trying not to think too much about how it was just such a large beach. All the way, the boys hid their faces against us and we adults were very glad for our sunglasses; if anything the wind got worse as we went and our shades were more necessary as protection from the sand than from the sun.
We'll go back, but I think we'll check the weather report first and go on a day when 'calm' is forecast!
* Pronounced 'carry-carry'.
The trail from the carpark to the beach was guarded by one fierce dude.
Almost immediately, a rocky stream-bed tumbled across our trail. There was no bridge. Well, hmm. A moment of indecision, and then we took off our shoes and socks and forded that bad dad! I made two trips to carry the boys. It was so cold!
Once we were across and back onto the sandy beach trail, we saw the surf club,
climbed the dunes,
admired the cliffs,
and poked about in the sand.
We walked all the way down to the water-- this is a very large beach. And then the wind came up.
And the beach became boisterous indeed.
It was the kind of wind where you get buffeted and have to stagger to regain your footing. And that sand? It's the kind that's made of metal, so... this was essentially a shrapnel barrage, you feel me? I was glad I could roll down my pants legs and get some protection. Obviously, this was no place for little boys who are low to the ground.
So we turned right around and headed back. Grandpa put Amiri on his back, I carried Arram in my arms, and Grammie carried all our backpacks. We tromped steadily through the sand back the way we came, trying not to think too much about how it was just such a large beach. All the way, the boys hid their faces against us and we adults were very glad for our sunglasses; if anything the wind got worse as we went and our shades were more necessary as protection from the sand than from the sun.
We'll go back, but I think we'll check the weather report first and go on a day when 'calm' is forecast!
* Pronounced 'carry-carry'.
3 comments:
Wowee! The video tells it all, oh, my goodness! Metal sand? Owee, wowee! Glad you all got out of there... altho the way in was beautiful!!! And the piep cleaner flowers are amazing!!!
Yes, metal sand-- it's made of 90% iron. Magnets stick to it! So you know it's gotta be all sharp edges and jagged bits. And it sure stings when it hits you at a jillion miles an hour!
I agree, I'm glad we got to have a fun walk in before the weather 'went pear-shaped', as they say.
I got a tiny bit of that metal sand in the potpuorri of little birthday gifties that arrived from Jeanne last week! It will stay in it's baggie until I'm ready for some serious magnet play... :)
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